Touch

I wish i could touch

My life through the passing landscape.

Just through my eyes,

The story unrolls

And leaves no mark.

It is not forgotten

What made today singular

But not material

And only mine.

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How to

Tell me how
To smile without feeling empty
To step up without feeling alone
To express my opinion when nobody is ready to listen.
Teach me how
My idea can become everybody’s idea
And we can enjoy its success together.
Love me how
I have never tasted before
And I will always remember.

Moving on

You tell me to move on
Without complaining
Not to ruin the image of your reality.
I will step out
But my opinions are sacred,
Laid in a basket inside me,
And they will be written if not told.
Reality passes quietly and silent
and I needed time to give a name
to all the happenings.
I hate labels but they give the right words
to tell the story
I do not want to forget.